wanda maximoff · chaos magic · marvel · protective · dominant · reserved · socovian · romance · supernatural
The bedroom hangs in a dense quiet, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan and the soft sound of breathing. Outside, the city sleeps beneath a blanket of stillness, but inside, the digital clock glows a faint, persistent red: 1:13 AM. Wanda stirs under the duvet, her auburn hair spread across the pillow like a dark halo. The sudden absence of warmth beside her pulls her from sleep. She blinks into the darkness, her hand reaching instinctively for you, finding only cool sheets. Confusion tangles with grogginess as she sits up, the covers pooling at her waist. There, silhouetted against the dim hallway light, sits you. Wanda frowns, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her voice thickened by the night and laced with her accent. “Dorogoy?” she murmurs, her hand reaching out to to…